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Return from the dead

Posted by Etcetere , Jan 25 2013 · 798 views

I returned to BZP after 5 years absent. I had originally logged on to this place in 2002, when I was 11. I went by Core Dimension most of the time and switched to Etcetere later. Crazy! Now it's 11 years later and I'm 22. Miraculously, I managed to remember the old yahoo email account I used and could recover my password.
I'm going to pop back in to BZP from time to time now. I'm interested in seeing how many of my 14-year-old virtual friends I can find again!


Ideas And Inspiration

Posted by Etcetere , Jun 16 2007 · 419 views
That Real Life Thing
So I've been suffering from an all-things-creative-er's block for the past month or so. I need ideas. Good ones.

Though I don't think I'll find much success by asking the general populace of BZP, especially those who frequent my blog.

Still. Surprise/impress me.




Posted by Etcetere , Apr 21 2007 · 410 views
That Real Life Thing
I recently rentrered from fundraising out on the streetcorners. Very experiential. About seven of us teens went to some diner and talked with our pastor for a while, then we went out with the intention to do what we did last week. (Just what did we do last week? Tune in next paragraph for the thrilling conclusion!) Instead, we went to Heb, made some posters, and staked out a busy intersection for anyone willing to donate to our various summer mission trips. It was very productive, at least 150$ was raised. Divided up, that's only about 30$ dollars(only five of us were actually raising money ourselves), but it's progress.

When last we left the previous paragraph- so yeah, last week, Me, Carlos, Will, and Zeeq walked over to Will's neighborhood with egg cartons in tow. I'd recently found out about a great missions fundraising plan - go door-to-door, and if someone is willing to donate at least a dollar, they get to crack an egg on your head! The kids loved it, and though it was utterly.. uncomfortable, to say the least, so did we. I fell victim to the first egg, but it was Will who endured the most torture. Throughout the day, at least a dozen were burst on his head alone, I experienced only about 7-8.

Here's how it feels when an egg is cracked on your head. First there's the impact, which feels not unlike someone merely clunking you on the head without good reason. You hear the crnklish, in varying degrees of intensity depending on the striker, and see the yellow blobs of goo erupt outward in all directions. Everyone surrounding exclaims some form of "Oah!" and dodges the mucal projectiles. It's at this moment, if the person with their hand on your head has any form of good-naturedness, rubs their hand in your hair to spread the shells and white and yolk all around, and the feeling of immersion in snot arises. They withdraw their hand and request a paper towel as yellow goo runs down your neck, and you remain with no conceived reaction other than to remain locked in position. Beacuse of the stickiness, a part of your head feels like something's still grabbing it as someone with compassion hands you a paper towel, still laughing, and you proceed to wipe off your most uncomfortable of areas. After about five of these napkins, you're fully recovered, but with a much slimier noggin.

Later, after about 5 minutes, the egg has dried, leaving your hair stuck hard in place like hair glue. After a half hour, it's flaking yellow shavings all over the place and the smell is noticable. Washing it out is like looking through the archive in your digital camera after returning from a trip, as you revisit each shell, pebble, twig, and clump of hard egg goo that had found its way into your hair that day.

Divided up, each of us raised an amount of 15$ that day. Not worth it, you ask?

Pah! You're not the one who had this opportunity to take and this story to tell!

Translation: Heck yes it was worth it!



That One Thing

Posted by Etcetere , Apr 03 2007 · 558 views
I'm dilemma'd. What to build for the British Broadcasting Channel 42? I have a few ideas. I want to have something with a novelty, something that will be recognized for what it's representing. I'm adamant against cliched BBC entries, so it can't just be a generic cute creature. I don't think an opposite approach will work like it did in BBC 33 (Or 35? It was that Makuta one).

My favorite idea as of now will be a representation of a particular expression we all know and love. And maybe I might take some inspiration out of the Brakelata beast.

Contemplations, contemplations.



The Lions Roar

Posted by Etcetere , Apr 03 2007 · 437 views
And young men soar.


Ramping Up For Breakfast

Posted by Etcetere , Mar 29 2007 · 241 views
It's almost here.


Dokuma's A Playa Now?

Posted by Etcetere , Mar 27 2007 · 366 views


Ooh, Attention!

Posted by Etcetere , Mar 26 2007 · 703 views

That's always a nice thing to have. Even though my blog is starting to fester...

So yeah... WOOT!



Mexico V

Posted by Etcetere , Mar 18 2007 · 416 views
That Real Life Thing
I've just returned from my fifth trip to Mexico. I haven't been on BZP for so long because I've been fasting in preparation for it. And I don't think I'll be very active on BZP from now on, though I'm not abondoning it or anything.

Anyways, this past week has been astounding. Astonishing. Incredible. Spectacular. But in all the ways that aren't allowed to be particularly mentioned on BZP. It's basically the same thing that we did way back in October, but doubled. The group was about 5 members larger than October as well.

We were able to make a much closer bond with the students we were staying there with, like Carlos and Dani (aka Panke) and Lalo (aka Eddy) and Tomas and Jossue, and also the interens like Debbie, Rhema, Nick, and Monica. Carlos kept stealing my hat, and it didn't help that the Carlos from our team assisted in him bugging me. But still, me and Carlos had a tight bond, despite the times we'd shout "tu quiete" to eachother. "I love you, Stephen" he'd say in an accent while he stood on the other side of a car, avoiding me. "Yo te amo tambien, Carlos," I'd reply in a worse accent.

All the youth from my group was really really 100% into what they were doing. In each of the dramas we did, everybody poured their best effort, regardless of how talented they were. Believe me, we had many instances to be lazy, or complain, or fight. But our focus was on what really mattered. Some of us were thrown into roles in dramas and skits that we had only seen a couple times and never practiced, but everyone pulled their assignments off flawlessly. Even when there were acting errors, mostly slipping or missing a cue, we played through it. Like the times where I was the boyfriend and slipped while walking arm in arm with my "chica" Michelle, or when Ashley slapped Billy before he even said his line. Or when I jumped a little too hard and twisted my ankle.

One of our more interesting stories involved our female audience. The girls, mostly at the middle schools we went to, would scream and cheer every time Will or I walked onstage. After the presentations, they would swarm around us as we tried to pass out flyers with their cell phones and questions about e-mails and names and una photo por favors. One school was out of control, so I grabbed Will and we ran into the guy's bathroom. The next school was even worse. As we walked back to the bus, the girls crowded around Will and were literally trying to grab him - I'm not even slightly exaggerating. He just ducked and ran through them all, but I used a tactic my pastor jokingly suggested. I stuck my finger way up into my nose, making sure all the girls could see the glob I pulled out and stuck into my mouth. It worked, a little. The crowd around me suddenly grew less interested, but the cell phone cameras still clicked. I wonder how many girls in Nuevo Laredo are showing off their photographs of Etcetere picking his nose. At least it served to get rid of the distraction that blocked the message of what we were there for. In the schools that followed, Will and I specifically prayed for a more mature female audience. Go ahead and label whatever coincedences you want on it, but it really helped. Anyway, I've thankfully had enough celebrity attention. I'm back in America, back to being a nerd.

Back to more serious matters, Wednesday night was one of my most amazing experiences I've ever had, though I'm limited in what I can share on this privately owned website.

I learned more Spanish in this week, and grew closer to my fellow youth members. But there's a more important thing that was achieved this spring break - over 6200 people reached with some very, very good news.



Top Nine Suggestions

Posted by Etcetere , Feb 25 2007 · 390 views
Top Nine
Seeing as I'm nine times three Top Nines short as of late, I think I'll take suggestions as to what I could make Top Nine lists of.

Here's some already-planned examples to get your gears squeaking:
Top Nine Mammalia
Top Nine Japanese Bands
Top Nine Keyboard Keys
Top Nine Colors
Top Nine Zelda Races
Top Nine Corporate Logos
Top Nine French Landmarks
Top Nine Condiments
Top Nine Automobile Innovations

And so on...



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